Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later-Chapter 231 - Mythical Legion

231 Mythical Legion

Very good… The plan worked.

William let out a sigh of relief as he watched the Lunar Monster army charging towards him.

His willpower, pushed to the brink, finally relaxed as he released the two peak spells he had been maintaining. The spells fell upon the enemy army as the sickly sunset cast a fiery glow over the battlefield. Everything was consumed and plundered, approaching irreparable death—All That’s Left Is Ash and Dust

The sky above was shattered, symbolizing the beginning of this world, once unified but now shattered by anger and dissatisfaction. The infinite sky was too far out of reach, so it was shattered and turned into a solid path. And thus, the Lightning that Shattered the Sky was born.

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The apocalypse and creation scenes were polar opposites, but both summoned terrifying magic powers that raged through the Moon Realm. In this world where will was the foundation, countless things appeared and were destroyed. They eventually turned into pure destruction and descended upon the Lunar Monster army.

For a moment, all those with the ability to see were blinded by a pure white color that seemed to stretch on forever. All those with the ability to hear were deafened by explosions that shook their eardrums and hearts.

When everything returned to normal, the four paths formed by the Moon Realm links had lost their original colors. Whether it was the golden path, the battlefield filled with blood and smoke, or the intricate networks of rotting maggots and spider silk, they were all a deathly grayish-white—a layer of ash that reached up to the ankles. Everything had been burned to ashes.

In the void, blue rifts of various thicknesses spread like snakes, hissing as they tore apart the stable spatial laws and turned the area into chaos. Flickering lights appeared and disappeared in the spatial rifts, as if countless possibilities were brewing in this space.

The two peak spells were deadly. The ashes that reached the ankles and the strange light that constantly appeared and disappeared in the blue spatial rift were the remains of the countless dead Lunar Monsters.

They had been reduced to either inflammable ashes by fire or the most primitive Creatons by lightning. These were the outcomes of the Lunar Monsters who faced these two spells head-on. A corner of the mixed Moon Realm Legion was destroyed because of these two spells.

If this had been a Currere human army, their morale would probably have collapsed from panic.

However, this did not happen to the Lunar Monsters. They had never had the concept of birth, and were not like mortals who had an extremely deep obsession with keeping themselves alive. Therefore, they lacked the fear of death to a certain extent. To them, it was more important to implement the concept they represented.

Therefore, the Lunar Monsters from the King of Deathblood’s lineage, which symbolized concepts like combat, anger, and bloodlust, were the first to charge through the ash-covered crater and endure the damage caused to them by the spatial rifts and Creatons turbulence before arriving at the battlefield where the Calamities were.

They then fought the Calamities holding all kinds of weapons.

Then… these Lunar Monsters, who were good at slaughter, began to accept being slaughtered.

The Bloodprint Warrior wrapped in armor blessed by the King of Deathblood was not a match for the Calamity holding the divine equipment.

William glared at the chaotic battlefield, his mind racing. He was grateful that the other party had chosen to attack rather than engage in a spell battle with him.

He knew he wouldn’t have been able to handle such an intense battle.

The thought of summoning 93 clones with the same strength as him, all capable of releasing peak spells, was unimaginable. If William could do it, he wouldn’t have to worry about expanding his faction. He could simply lead his army and conquer the Moon Realm domains.

A max-level player in full equipment was already a formidable opponent, but almost 100 of them? That could only be described as a natural disaster.

In reality, his clones were just Mirror Shadows created through Divine Realm illusions. They only had 80% of his stats and couldn’t use spells. The reason they were able to cast spells was because William’s main body was acting through the Holy Spirit figurines, or rather, the response terminals, which caused their effects.

Maintaining 93 Mirror Shadow clones at the same time consumed an enormous amount of mana. Even William couldn’t sustain it for long. If the summoning consumption could be shared among them, the mana required to maintain the clones would be enough to reduce an ordinary Divine Realm magic chanter to a stupor in less than ten seconds.

Not to mention releasing three peak spells that consumed an enormous amount of mana all at once. 𝒇𝒓𝗲e𝔀𝗲𝚋ｎoѵℯƖ. c𝑜m

William’s mana consumption was three times higher than that of ordinary players.

It was a fact that there were blue mana regeneration potions in this world. However, in this setting, mana potions didn’t enhance magic power, but rather acted on a magic chanter’s mind.

The “mana bars” of magic chanters weren’t physical or ethereal reservoirs of magic, but rather their mental strength. Magic chanters channeled magic through their mental strength, directing it into the ether or magical medium before casting spells.

Mana-restoring potions fell into two categories: those that increased mana regeneration were typically calming medicines that eased mental fatigue, while potions that directly restored mana were stimulants that taxed the caster’s mind.

In-game, these two types of potions couldn’t be used together due to their conflicting effects.

Even if William equipped himself with full mana regeneration gear and drank liters of mana potions, he couldn’t output such a large amount of mana all at once. After all, he was just a mortal.

There were many ways to obtain large amounts of magic power in this world.

The Rotten Moon Tide of the Undead, created through the Eternal Gift, was a prime example. This secret ritual could bring forth an army of over ten million undead, a feat that would be nearly impossible to achieve even if all the necromancers on the continent joined forces. However, the person performing the ritual didn’t even have to be a magic chanter, like the Duke of Thorn.

As long as a path was created to channel magic power from the Astral World, the scale of magic power available to mortals was beyond imagination.

The Holy Sepulchre in Thorn City, for instance, contained the mental imprints of countless corpses in the graveyard, creating a massive necromancy magic pathway.

The Astral Lighthouse used to guide exaggerated magic power directly to the tower guardian through the Moon Realm rift by binding it to the Astral World’s constellation.

Another example was the Holy Spirit Disc, a control hub of faith that had been collected for centuries and worshiped by countless believers.

William had the Holy Spirit Disc he collected from the Blackwater Province’s Sealing Temple behind him.

Through the mental fragments of the people’s faith collected in this compass and the modification of the Eternal Gift’s secret ritual, he used to transmit an endless stream of magic power to the 93 Mirror Shadows he summoned.

William didn’t need to communicate with the Astral World with his mind, but rather, he focused all his strength on controlling the Mirror Shadow clones.

However, this meant he couldn’t divide much mental strength to use the magic spells he was best at.

So, he released peak spells one after another to exert pressure on the other party and make them make the wrong tactical decision to engage in a melee battle.

Although William didn’t have the energy to constantly weave large-scale spells, the Mirror Shadow clones he summoned were all wearing Legendary equipment.

Even if he couldn’t use his beloved magic spells to bombard them, the Mirror Shadow clones armed with his Treasure Hall were a formidable Mythical Legion.

Therefore, William planned on ending the battle with a melee battle using his vast collection.